A/N: I added a little back story to Shane's robotic arm so everyone can understand why he does have it and how it might effect his future in the story. It's up to all of you if the effect is negative or positive. This story will also only remain here. I did have this up on Ao3, but decided to take it down and add it after I finish off the first volume to my SAHS series! Enjoy it here, and I hope I have more followers. Also, please put down what you like or what you dislike about this story in the reviews! One already has and I got the notification as soon as I finished revising this chapter! Enjoy everyone!
"Mangle? What are you doing?" Chica quickly stepped in between Mangle and Shane, "I told you not to hurt any of them!"
"I-I'm sorry Chica...," Mangle responded with a really distorted female voice, "But Edward is... controlling me..."
"How...?"
"Move!" Mangle knocked Chica out of the way and lunged at Shane. However, Shane had already recovered and shot at Mangle. She was able to easily dodge as she moved faster than Freddy. She traveled from wall to wall and used the ceiling to her advantage.
"Damn it..."
"Shane, don't kill her. We can see why she's attacking and possibly help her!"
"You do what you can to free her, but if I have to, I will put her down," Shane dodged around and continued firing at Mangle.
"Mangle stop! You can break from his control!"
"I-I'm trying..."
"Mangle. You can listen to me. I want to help you and I know you want to help the humans. Just free yourself from his control!"
"Chica...," Shane urged, but this distracted him long enough for Mangle to strike across his chest. 3 massive slash marks were now visible on Shane's chest.
"Shane!"
"Damn it...," Shane then glanced at Chica who was too afraid to move or speak. He shook his head and analyzed Mangle himself. He noticed a certain collar on her neck, "I guess it's easy to place a collar on a human neck...," Shane looked over at Chica and ordered, "Chica! There's a collar on her neck! It's what Edward is using to control her!"
"Huh?"
"Find a way to rip it off so she can listen to reason!" Shane barked as he slowly got up and ran around Mangle, "She won't listen to us unless we rip that collar off! Go!" Shane quickly tackled Mangle to the ground which ensued a wrestling war between the two.
Chica looked for a way to jump in, but saw no opportunity. It was then she saw Shane purposely losing the wrestling war. He was purposely giving himself up so that she could get the collar off.
She nodded as soon as Mangle proceeded to tear into Shane's left arm as he used it to cover his face. However, she had trouble getting her teeth through his arm. This distraction gave Chica enough time to cut the collar off of Mangle.
This caused Mangle to quickly back up and look at Chica, "Chica?"
"You're alright..."
"What happened?" Mangle glanced down at the collar and covered her face, "I was a fool to listen to him. I'm sorry Chica...," She turned to Shane who was covering his arm, "And I'm sorry... uh..."
"Shane...," Chica answered as she walked over to Shane who was still hiding his arm, "Let me see your arm Shane..."
"No..."
"What? Let me see. I need to know if its fine..."
"It's fine..."
"Let me see it," Chica quickly took Shane's arm and was utterly shocked, "What is...," Shane's robotic arm was now revealed to Chica and Mangle, "Are you like us?"
"No..."
Chica started to feel around his arm and how firm it was, "It's strong. Definitely stronger than the material we're made of."
"That's what my agency says. It's suppose to be the strongest material on Earth. My arm is completely made of it...," Chica felt up to Shane's pec and he grabbed her hand, "That's where it stops."
"What happened?" Mangle stepped over and asked.
"Well..."
-3 Months Ago-
3 months ago, I was to be sent to Beverly Hills in order to work closer with another agency. However, the teleporter we took sent myself and someone from that agency to the Amazon. From there, we found a facility...
"Let's get going," Shane and Sam quickly jumped onto the base and stopped once they saw truly how big the base was, "What in the world? This base is massive."
"Shane! Truck!" Shane looked to the side and held his hand out, "Come on. I got an idea."
"Oh," Sam reluctantly grabbed his hand stating, "somehow, I know this isn't gonna be the best idea..."
Sam is a spy under the agency WOOPH. She was the one with me at the moment and I tried my best to keep her out, but she insisted on helping.
"Don't worry. I'm sure if it goes south, we can handle ourselves," Shane reassured, but Sam only sighed. Once Shane got a hold of her hand, he pulled her closer and hopped on the side of the truck.
"What's our plan here exactly?"
"We're gonna see where this truck takes us. I see it's going towards a drop off point. Just hang on and hope for the best."
"Do you always work like this?"
"Kinda. It doesn't hinder me. I'm sure my friends told you that I'm very unorthodox. It's what makes me very dangerous. I do the exact opposite of what should be done. My movements are so unpredictable that sometimes I don't even know what I'm gonna do next."
"That's... dangerous..."
"Yeah, but it makes missions a little exhilarating. Sometimes, you gotta have fun to make the best of these missions."
"I never... thought about that. Usually we just finish our missions. Do you purposely make missions harder to have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess you could put it that way."
"Huh. And your boss hasn't said anything?"
"He kind of can't. I'm his top agent and I always complete my missions regardless of what happens during it. Well, apart from what happened in Albania."
"Right. Still, do you really plan anything out?"
"Partially. I mostly act impulsively. I'm a quick thinker, so if one thing goes wrong, my mind quickly adjusts and gets back on track to think of a different way to finish the mission."
"Can't impulsive plans backfire badly?"
"They can if you don't stick with them. If you start to second guess yourself, you'll screw it up. Once you have your mindset on one plan don't second guess it."
"Hm, your way of thinking is indeed unorthodox."
"It's how I got to where I am. Anyway, we'll drop in 3, 2, 1," Shane let go of the truck and the both of them landed on their feet in front of a hangar. They looked around for each other and sprinted inside the hangar. Shane looked up at the catwalks above them and grabbed Sam, "Sorry, but we have our next part of the plan," Shane shot his grappling hook and looked at Sam, "If you could," Sam sighed and pressed the button that carried them up with the hook.
"Shane, I would really appreciate if you would tell me when you're going to wrap your arm around me."
"Sorry, I'm trying to work fast. I think we both want to see our friends again rather than be in this humidity."
"I feel you. Let's get going I guess," They climbed over the railing and snuck their into the main part of the base.
From there, we moved through, dodging security and other means of getting caught until we approached a massive dome like room.
Shane and Sam traversed the massive maze of a base just to find someway to contact their friends, "This base is getting on my nerves. Eventually, a guard is gonna find our trail of bodies," Shane stated.
"Uh, our trail of bodies. If I remember correctly, you're the one that karate chopped the first guy we saw, tranq'd the next one, and body slammed one guy into another. Then you went in the bathroom only to end up knocking out another guy. I don't see how this includes me."
"Hey, that guy in the bathroom caught me off guard."
"He was asking on how you were doing."
"Yeah, well you took out 3 guys earlier too."
"No I did not!"
"Mhm! You roundhouse kicked two dudes and then went on to dropkick another into a utility closet. Come on, this wasn't all me."
"That guy that got dropkicked caught me off guard."
"He wasn't even a guard. He was a mechanic!"
"Well, well, well," An ominous voice called out.
"Who was that?" Sam questioned.
"Judging by the ominous vibe along with the three 'wells' means that this is the main villain that owns this place."
"Otherwise known as Bullock?"
"Nah, this might have Bullock Industries on it, but Bullock has a much more feminine voice."
"That is not true!" The voice responded in a whiney way.
"Oh, there it is," Both of them turned around to see Bullock accompanied by a large group of guards carrying assault rifles, "Wow, that's a lot of guards."
"Yeah and only two of us..."
"Eh, I've been in worse," Sam gave him a surprised look only causing him to shrug, "I thought I told you that my impulsive plans don't always go as planned. Which is why I always have a back up," Shane shot out several grenades from his wrist device and grabbed Sam's wrist, "Let's get going!"
"Stop!" Before Bullock could give his order, the grenades exploded with smoke, covering their sight, "Just run through it! Lead them to the observation dome!"
"Let's go Sam!" Shane and Sam continued until two massive turrets appeared out from the ceilings and fired at them, "Oh no!" Shane pressed one the buttons on his wrist device and punched in the direction of Sam. As he did this, a massive shield flew her way and she grabbed it, "Go!"
Sam sprinted ahead as Shane lagged behind and took out his handgun. He took aim at the turrets and analyzed them for one short second and shot at them both. One bullet for each successfully destroyed them. Shane turned around and also killed two guards that were in pursuit of them. Sam witnessed how easily he did so.
"Shane..."
"What?"
"How did you...? Why did you...?"
"No questions! Let's get going!" Shane sprinted ahead of Sam who peaked out to see even more guards chasing them. She followed Shane while the guards fired at them, "In here!" Shane ran into a massive opening and Sam followed.
A bright light blinded them for a short moment. As their eyes adjusted to the change in light, they saw that they were in a large dome of some sort. Shane looked around confused. However, Sam felt as if she has seen something like this before. Part of Shane felt that feeling too, "Shane, doesn't this seem familiar?"
"It's like some sort of.. observation dome for... experimented animals...," Both of their eyes widened as it clicked in their minds. They sprinted back to where they came, but the opening closed shut trapping them inside, "Damn it!" Shane punched at the metal door continuously.
We played into their hands and I was foolish enough to give in. This is what led to my robotic arm.
Sam could only see on the other side of the observation dome that another opening appeared. However, it was sealed by a metal door and a gated one. She walked slightly closer with her heart racing in fear, "Shane...!" She heard a low growl as the gate started to rise, "Shane...," She called once more. Once the gate was all the way up. A loud roar was heard as a massive, mutated creature hopped out, "SHANE!"
"Huh?" Shane saw the mutant and his eyes widened. He saw someone in the mutated creature, "G-Gavin?" The creature glared at Shane and sprinted at him at lightning speed, "Shit!" Shane fired at it and dodged in the last minute, "What did they do to him?"
"Shane!" Sam ran over to him to check if he had any injuries, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. For that thing to be that huge, it's fast as hell. Plus, I know that person."
"That's a person?"
"Was a person...," Shane stood up and dusted himself off, "Something like this is out of your league. This thing will rip you to shreds. I think it's best if you lay back," Shane ordered.
"This is out of your league too! You haven't fought anything like this!"
"Neither of us have anything to even damage it! All I got is my handgun and I'm not sure that this will even be enough! Sam, don't throw your life away!"
"Need I remind you Shane," Sam took position beside him and smirked, "I have seniority over you. We're fighting this thing. Together."
Shane only glared at her before smirking, "It's your funeral," The creature attacked once more and the two dodged it with ease, "Since this thing isn't very bright. Let's see if we can have it run into the wall and hurt itself."
"Got it!" Both of them stood near a wall with smirks on their faces, "Hey ugly! Over here!" Sam waved the monster over who roared in anger at her insult, "Ready Shane?"
"You already know the answer," The creature sprinted at them while the two waited for the right moment to dodge. They waited until Shane yelled, "Jump!" They both moved out the way and the creature ran full force into the wall. Shane took aim with the HE round of his handgun and fired a loud, massive shot. Even so, he did it with one hand and he fired it as if there wasn't any recoil.
"Didn't that hurt?"
"This is nothing sweetheart. Besides, look," Shane pointed over at the bullet as it penetrated the creature blowing a hole right in the middle of it, "We've defeated our... huh?" However, the hole soon replenished and the monster turned around and moved even faster. Fast enough to grab Shane who was caught off guard, "What the hell?"
"Shane!"
"Hahahaha!" Bullock appeared on a massive screen above them cackling loudly, "You like my newest experiment Shane? I hope you don't mind it being a trainee from SAHS."
"What's he talking about Shane?"
"I was right. You are Gavin. I could tell by looking at this ugly face that got uglier!" The creature, known now as Gavin roared loudly at Shane for the insult, "Gross. I knew you were ugly, but so does your breath."
"I wouldn't do that Shane. I filled Gavin with something that will allow him to complete his desires. And that desire is tearing you to shreds. Gavin, rip him apart limb from limb. Oh, and do it slowly."
"Shane!"
"Come on big boy! You always wanted to beat me down! Well come on! This won't change anything!" Shane yelled at the top of his lungs. Gavin, enraged, took Shane's arm and used enough force to pull his arm out it's socket, "Ah!"
"Shane!"
"Is that all you got big guy?! Come on!"
"You're tougher than I thought Shane. Or... perhaps you're just a fool. Gavin, once you're done with him, get that little girl too. I believe she would be a wonderful toy to brainwash. It's already happened multiple times," Bullock disappeared from the screen as it rose back into the roof.
"Again with the brainwashing," Sam groaned.
"Sam! Grab my gun and fire at him. Forget about hurting me in the process! I'd rather my death be fast than slow by this pile of meat!"
"B-But I've never fired something like this before!"
"Just aim and shoot it. Control the recoil! Use your dominant hand and keep the thumb on that hand straight. Grip it with your other hand and keep your elbows loose! Don't limp wrist either!"
"B-But..."
"Just do it!" Shane soon felt his the flesh on his arm rip along with the bone and muscle rip while feeling a burning sensation arriving to his arm, "Ah!" The burning soon turned into a pain Shane has never felt in his entire life.
Sam watched in shock as she too heard the crunching sound of Shane's arm. The ripping of his flesh and muscle along with the bone cracking sent shivers down her spine. She aimed Shane's gun but shook.
"Sam!" With that yell from Shane, Sam took a deep breath and fixed her grip.
"Use my dominant hand... thumb straight... connect," Sam looked up but was horrified when she saw Shane's arm being ripped off slowly. The flesh that connected it to his shoulder stretched as it was being ripped off. This happened while Shane screeched in pure agony. Sam covered her ears to tone it out, but she couldn't help but watch. Sam's face of fear soon became a look of anger as she aimed and fired three shots at Gavin.
Each shot hit Gavin hard. The third one pierced his heart, killing him instantly. Gavin fell lifeless, dropping Shane in the process. Sam dropped his gun and ran over to him. Shane rolled around in agony gripping the area where his arm used to be. She knew he was losing blood quickly and couldn't think of a way to block it until she remembered.
"No, it's all folded in this pouch here," Shane opened a pouch that sat on his utility belt that held his clothes neatly folded, "It's not an easy thing to perfect. Sometimes I'm off a few nanoseconds, but I tend to manage pretty well."
"His clothing," Sam reached into the pouch that had his clothing and quickly used it as a makeshift gauze to cover up his wound, "Don't worry Shane...," Shane, at this point, had passed out from the blood loss and shock. Moment later, the roof above them was blown off as a helicopter landed near them. Inside were their friends who quickly ran out of the helicopter to see the scene before them.
-Present-
"My arm was unable to be used again. I was out for a while after that. They had to repair my arm with the one you see now. It's suppose to be stronger and more durable than anything in this world. This arm may seem like a curse to others, but it was a godsend to me."
"Do you not feel pain in it?" Chica questioned as she started to feel it more.
"I can't feel anything. This arm has no nervous system connected to mine. So whatever happens to it, I can't feel. I can control it like a normal arm, but I can't feel anything from it."
"That's why it was so hard to get through it," Mangle softly stated, "Shane, I'm sorry..."
"I would say it's fine, but I'm not sure I trust either of you yet," Shane slowly stood up and looked at his chest, "This'll be a problem..."
"I can fix that," Chica stated as hole opened on her hand. A light green mist shot our from it and Shane's wound miraculously started to heal.
"What is that?"
"It's what Freddy uses to heal himself. I use it to, but only to an extent. I can shoot it out in case my other animatronic friends need it," Chica tapped Shane's chest and smiled, "Good as new..."
"Uh, thanks...," Shane looked at Mangle who shied away from him, "Are you going to join up with us. With how you move around, I could use you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're small and agile. You're even faster than Freddy. You can help me scout without using the S-Nav," Shane knelt down in front of Mangle and said, "You can earn your trust like Chica by helping me," Shane waited for answer and Mangle smiled and nodded, "Good," Shane proceeded to pet Mangle and was surprised at how her hair felt, "Feels real... nice..."
Chica tilted her head in confusion but proceeded to turn around and grabbed her chest. Shane slowly stood up and picked up his rifle, "We have no more time to lose. Let's get going," Shane took out the mag and placed a fresh one in the rifle, "You two might need to hold off when I meet back up with the other two. They might definitely be on edge after our encounter with Freddy and now that Tony has my handgun, he probably won't hesitate to shoot the 2 of you."
"What about you?" Chica added as she looked at Shane's arm, "If they see your arm, they're going to expect something. Tony doesn't trust you as is, right?"
Shane looked at his arm and sighed, "He'll have to deal with it. Whether or not he trusts me is not my problem. I outclass him in every way. He won't be able to hit me or out fight me. If it comes to it, I'll know what to do...," Shane started to walk off as he called out, "Let's get a move on!"
"Chica," Mangle started, "You don't want anyone to die though..."
"I know..."
